As expected, I can't fully control it yet. My proficiency is far too low.
No matter how many times I tried, the sensation was slippery, inconsistent. It was like attempting to scoop up sand with bare hands each grain slipping through the cracks in my fingers, mocking me as if the universe itself refused to bend to my will.
Space. The very fabric of reality. A power that should feel untouchable, divine, yet here I was, fumbling, trying to knead it like clay with clumsy, trembling hands.
Is this my limit? Kael Vi-rel wondered, narrowing his eyes as the distorted air shimmered faintly around his palm. His attempts produced nothing more than flickers, ripples in the air that faded as quickly as they appeared. The range was laughably short, the effect unstable, barely enough to distort a few inches.
